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So. How much longer is this stupid thing going to 8e going for? It's not going to last as long as that last one did, is it? 8ecause then I think I will set fire to something.

[Mindfang is not a happy camper. Sure she may have gained her vision back, but without the cueball it's not that great. There isn't much in Vatheon that she cares to look through anyway, and box can be easily broken. Vision isn't worth the price she's had to pay.

Which is a complete inability to block out her natural empath abilities. Alcohol is useless, the blocks she can set up in her own mind fail her and suddenly there's far too many people in her head. Too many feelings, happy, sad, angry, rage, so many more and none of them are hers besides the frustrated panic. All that works is staying away from others but even that's starting to fail her, whispers slipping through her mind enough to remind her that her head isn't safe anymore. And then supplies do dwindle and she finds herself having to leave the house.

The sunlight makes her squint from days indoors, and Mindfang doesn't seem that eager to move out and about. And when she does she keeps a wide berth around others, eyes clearly bloodshot, her fingers- metal and flesh -curling and uncurling as she walks with quick hurried steps. Her eyes dart from place to place and at times it feels like she's only moments from letting a crazed laugh escape.

Do you bother the woman who looks a lil crazy?]

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[She is going to shave him. One day. And then push his hair down his throat]

Have you anything useful to say? Something I might actually care a8out?

D --> We need to have a talk

We already are, idiot.

D --> A more serious talk that is more than just needling at each other like children
D --> Do keep up, Marquise
D --> Better is expected of you

8ut it's so much fun!
And I only do it to make sure you yourself can keep up. I know how you can struggle.

Does it have to 8e now?

D --> Yes
D --> Or I cut everything off between us
D --> No more contact, not even a spare glance your way
D --> No debt

[Ugh. rude. Rude rude rude. The rudest. She's almost tempted to say bring it, just to see if he will actually follow through.

But.

She needs him. If her arm ever suffers excessive damage, he's the only one she knows that can fix it. And the debt is useful at times]

Fiiiiiiiine.
Even though I dou8t you actually have the 8ulge to do it.

Somewhere far away from others. And you 8ring no one.

D --> Your doubts have been noted and discarded
D --> I agree to those terms
D --> Where then do you want to meet

Your 8ulge has 8een noted and discarded.

[Weak, but she's not her usual self.]

I don't know.
Forrest?

D --> I suppose we can try there well enough
D --> I will be there as soon as I can

[It might take a little while longer than he really wants, this body isn't perfect, but he'll manage.]

Don't take forever. Some of us actually have important things to do.

[She takes her own time herself. It's not easy to find a route that doesn't have too many people, and when she's already so stressed it makes it hard to do simple things.

Like climb a tree. Yes she's trying to get all the distance she can to try and make her empathy shut up. She's still visible at least]

[Good thing she does, because then his own time doesn't seem so long by comparison. He enters the forest accompanied by a tall beautiful stallion who's helping keep him steady as he enters, searching for her.]

[When he sees her in the tree, he raises an eyebrow.]

What are you doing?

[Perhaps if he focuses on her issues, he might be able to distract her from his- the very obvious way his body has aged, or perhaps just lost the youth highbloods tend to keep for so much longer. His face sags and is is wrinkled, and his fingers seem more shriveled up.]

[She feels him before she sees him, the emotions making her flinch before frown, considering them. He feels weaker then normal, though happy and... busy? Something's occupying him, though she's not sure what...]

[When she sees him however she's shocked. So old, withered and wrinkled and weak. She's never seen one so old, usually they fall to culling sweeps before this point, and it's. Shocking. Disturbing. And she's not quite sure what the other thing she feels can be called. Certainly not sympathy. She would never have sympathy for this traitor. So it must be something else attempting to be sympathy.]

Whatever I please to do. [She finally recalls the question, glaring down at him. She's fine, she's excellent, and he's useless] What was it you wanted to say? Hurry up, I haven't got all day and you look like you're about to keel over and I will not be helping you if you do.

[Her comment on his appearance draws out other emotions- aggravation, bitterness, flickering hatred, and... just a sliver of fear, entwined with uncertainty. Worry. He knows that trolls don't usually get to this age, this appearance, in Alternian culture. He knows it doesn't look right, and he's worried what his quadrantmates will think of it.]

[Darkleer keeps it hidden from his face well enough, besides a slight twist of his lips and a bit more leaning against the stallion.]

I don't expect much help from you regardless. Now. What do you want us to be?

[His emotions hit her again, a wave of force that leaves her gripping one of the branches above her just to maintain her balance. For a second she squeezes her eyes shut, if that will ease the pounding pain in her temples but no, no she can't appear weak, even if he seems so physically weak. She cannot give him something to use against her, even a child feeling enough motions would be enough to stop her.

God what a useless power it all is she thinks as she stares down, snorting and tossing her hair over her shoulder with forced arrogance]

The first intelligent thing you've said in a long time, Expatriate. Now why did you follow it up with the idiotic assumption I wanted anything of you?

Don't play your ridiculous coy games!

[The empathy really is useless, at least right now with Darkleer showing his frustration clearly, brow furrowed and lips turned down.]

This isn't the time for it. You kissed me, you admitted you hated me, now what do you want to make of it?

[This time she almost does fall out of a tree, metal fingers scrabbling for a hand hold, her spare hand pressed to one temple as she glares and snaps back]

Calm down, idiot! Calm down and stop being so fucking emotional!

[Deep breaths. And ugh. She doesn't want to say things, but she doesn't want to feel like a bat is being taken to her head] So. What if I hate you? Do you want to make something of it? Is that why you're so curious?

You wretched little house spider, I-

[He starts to snap back, fists clenching at his sides, before realization hits him. Anger ebbs away, replaced by an intense curiosity. He stays his tongue on what he wants to ask, instead, trying to focus on her words.]

I can go without a kismesis well enough, we both know that. What I want is irrelevant. Do you want this to be serious, or is it just a game to you?

Idiotic musclebe-

[She bites her tongue to cut herself off, inhaling deep. Ok. Curiosity she can deal with. Curiosity she can pretend is hers, she feels it normally enough. And it doesn't hurt the same way anger does, or sting like sadness. It's a more innocent emotion in the end and it lets her gain her balance again, snorting softly and refusing to meet his eyes.]

You can't have a functioning kismesissitude unless both hate. So in the way yours opinion is at least slightly relevant. And. I don't know. [Sigh] As much as I loathe you and everything you are, I don't want to harm him. Of course he's encouraging it right now, but he's young, he hasn't had the age we have.

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That isn't giving him enough credit. I'll agree he's being foolish, but I don't think it has to do with his age.

[A bit of endearment, fondness, slips past all the curiosity. Just thinking about Summoner reminds him why he's here.]

He thinks it will keep some sort of happiness for us, no matter his decision, or at least I suppose that is his hope. It's well meaning.

He's an idiot.

[And yet it's all with fondness, enough that Mindfang has to look down at her lap to try and conceal the small smile. She's not sure if all this fondness, all this pity in her mind is hers, but she'll assume it is just for her own sanity.]

So are you just doing it to make him happy or do you actually loathe me. I don't need any of your false hate, I'm excellent at finding black interests.

[Her words at least manage to bring to surface other emotions, bubbling disgust and aggravation again- softer then when he first came to her, however.]

If I just wanted to make him happy, then I truly would cut off all contact with you. But... I've learned well enough in the past that running away from such things will just lead to foolishness.

If we want this, then we need to discuss things.

You say that like it would cut me out of his life.

[There's a touch of arrogance to her words, feeding off the aggravation she gets from him and goddamn is it so hard to get a straight answer from him]

Answer plainly, Expatriate. Instead of talking in never ending circles that give no true answers. Do you hate me, in more then a platonic way, or not?

I doubt it would, but it would stop making more of a bother for him.

[She can deal with it. More payback for all those sweeps listening to her go on and on. Her blunt forging ahead has him flush slightly, pent up frustration and little doses of hatred all swirling about.]

I would think it obvious, but you never were as clever as you claimed. Yes.

If only it were that easy.

[Sometimes she has wished she could let him go. But she can't, not when she's had him, had a real flushed relationship. She knows what it all feels like now, and she won't even back down. Stubborn as he is in turn.

The hatred from him only makes her lips lift in a sneer, feeling her own rise with it. God it would be easy to snap him like this, if she could ignore all this feeling. So easy. And yet so very unsatisfying.]

Oh, you practically reek of it. I just wanted to hear you say it, with your own tongue so you couldn't deny it.

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